The memoirs of the actress of the Vakhtangov Theater Galina Lvovna Konovalova are distinguished by their remarkable cordiality and love in relation to the past tense. Her memories are unpretentious, but sincere and accurate, and they also illuminate one of the little-studied pages of theatrical life - the evacuation of the Vakhtangov theater to Omsk. When they tell me “Vakhtangov Theater,” I remember the cozy pre-war Arbat with a ringing tram, leisurely walking pedestrians, an endless number of second-hand bookstores. When they say “Vakhtangov Theater” to me, I remember the austere gray building of our theater that has not yet been bombed - the center of Arbat, the center of the Universe. When they say “Vakhtangov Theater” to me, I remember long-gone faces dear to my heart, which I remember even then, when they don’t tell me “Vakhtangov Theater.”